Feli Dávalos

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Otra vida pequeñita navegando entre el esmog y la desconexión emocionalts de la megápolis. CDMX.

Poster de la película ‘Orwell 2 + 2 = 5’.
Poster de la película ‘I Love Boosters’ (2026).
No verga, esta muy difícil de describir, y ey, no es como si alguien que lo necesita va a leer esto alguna vez. Pero que Dios te bendiga siempre.
Grafiti en forma de bombas en el costado de un tren subterráneo y que rezan “Fuck FIFA”.
Son Goku ataviado con la bandera de México
Portada del libro ‘Careless People’ de Sarah Wynn-Williams
Portada de la primera edición de ‘Tongues’ (2025), novela gráfica de Anders Nilsen.
A Brief for the Defense by Jack Gilbert A Brief for the Defense Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies are not starving someplace, they are starving somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils. But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants. Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women at the fountain are laughing together between the suffering they have known and the awfulness in their future, smiling and laughing while somebody in the village is very sick. There is laughter every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta, and the women laugh in the cages of Bombay. If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction, we lessen the importance of their deprivation. We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world. To make injustice the only measure of our attention is to praise the Devil. If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down, we should give thanks that the end had magnitude. We must admit there will be music despite everything. We stand at the prow again of a small ship anchored late at night in the tiny port looking over to the sleeping island: the waterfront is three shuttered cafés and one naked light burning. To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth all the years of sorrow that are to come.
There is no energy transition, no electrification, no green economy. There is no “next economy” waiting in the wings either. There is just one economy: this one. And when it falters—either due to mineral depletion and peak production, or ecological disaster, perhaps due to climate change, or in this case war—that will be it. The ultimate risk the US-Israel coalition ran by starting a war on Iran was not one temporary shortage, nor a recession, or an increase in geopolitical premiums. It was the risk of starting a highly uneven, cascading collapse of an integrated commercial world order into a drastically simplified, shrinking shadow of a once globalized economy.
Tres gatitos vestidos de rockstars de los años 80, con micrófonos y guitarras eléctricas.
Mr Telephone Man
D’Angelo y Yasiin Bey en el backstage
Un águila derribando un drone en el cielo.